My Forever

Chapter 42- 'Memories'

(A/N) IF YOU LISTEN TO A THOUSAND YEARS BY CHRISTINA PERRI FEATURING STEVE KAYZEE IT MIGHT MAKE YOU CRY IF YOU LOVE THIS BOOK. OKAY. CONTINUE.

Memories

ASHLEY

They say true love is the only thing you'd die without a second thought for. True love is the only thing keeping you above water in the middle of the Atlantic with a storm right above you, not daring to go easy on you. True love is the only thing you would die for willingly, but what is this that I have with Mason? I mean, I'd die for him, but I'd kill for him, do anything for him. If I turn into a werewolf because of him, I wouldn't even care, I would literally embrace the fur and eyes and ears and tail and teeth and I'd even fucking dance around in the fucking street if he wanted me to.

I'd even get pregnant at age 14 for him.

I do anything to make him happy, to get him back.

4 weeks ago, I had Mason with me at all times. We would talk hours upon hours when we weren't with each other and that was only once in a blue moon. I've showered since 4 weeks ago, but I haven't eaten nor had a drink since.

It seemed like everything happened in slow motion. Memories are all I seem to dream about these days. The happy, sad, and even the neutral times. I just wish we could've done more, been together longer, shown the world out love for each other. I know we had a special type of love- one that no one could understand, not even me.

...

"I knew you wouldn't leave." I said smirking at him.

"I wouldn't even think about leaving you." He smiled and he pecked my lips. "Ever."

...

"Mason." I said and I watched as the black went away. He looked down and then looked back up at me and I could tell how sorry he was. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and pulled me into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I wrapped mine around his waist. He buried his face in my neck and kept kissing it and whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." I nodded and buried my face in his chest.

...

"I thought you were a good girl, Ashley. I didn't think you were a slut."

Did anyone hear that crack? Yeah, don't worry, that was just my heart breaking.

...

"Hey! You're awake!"

"And I have a headache. And it's name is Mason." I groaned.

...

I opened my eyes slowly and blinked at the brightness of the room. Everything felt... colder? The room itself just felt dull and boring and cold. The temperature literally dropped like 20 degrees.

I looked next to me and saw no one was there. I sat up and looked around the room. I looked down on the floor to make sure Mason hadn't fallen off the bed by he wasn't there.

I slowly got out of the gray, black, white, and now green for me bed and slipped on my moccasins that had been sitting near the bedside.

I walked over to the dresser and grabbed one of masons sweatshirts and slipped it on, pulling up the hood covering my unruly brown curls.

I haven't gone to school since that day. I still can't believe I was an idiot and a drama queen to run away from Mason like that. I can't believe I would even want to. All I want to do now is to see his smile, his beautiful brown eyes that have become my favorite color, and just hear him breathing.

Now I can't even find him. Has someone taken him? I swear if they did I am going to punch them in the throat.

I stepped down the stairs with my arms crossed around my chest trying to get warm.

"Where's Mason?" I asked Xavier who was sitting in the living room watching Star Wars.

"Don't joke about that Ashley. It's not funny. Masons in bed." Xavier and I have gotten close in the past few weeks. Too close.

"Xav, I'm not kidding. Where the fuck is Mason?"

"You're not kidding?" Xavier asked standing up and waking towards me.

"Why the hell would I kid about that? I want my Mason back." My eyes filled up with tears and my throat began to hurt. "I want him here with me. I want him here with the pack. I just want him here, alive." Xavier opened his arms and I walked into them crying silently. "I want him back." The room suddenly got warmer a few seconds after stepping into Xavier's arms.

Someone grabbed me from behind and spun me around and by the slight sparks I knew who it was.

Mason was back.

Mason was here with me.

After 4 weeks of crying and wishing he was back and asking him in his cold, unmoving body different questions, getting angry at him for going out, getting angry at other people for letting him go out, all I could say was, "Finally."